In 1994, while working at Monash University Gippsland, I met a guy who had a car. This car damn near changed the course of my life and provided a very satisfying distraction to many a weeknight and many a weekend. My
Holden FC
is my pride and joy. This is the story of howmy Holdencame back to life.

I read an article in The Age
about some poor arsehole's horrible experiences getting, understanding and installing broadband internet. I read the article and realised that I wasn't the lone ranger when it came to my experiences, many of the grief he described reflect my own and, unfortuntately, I have afew more shitty onesto add.

Beloved Fender Bassman

I sold my amp to
Gavin
before I went overseas in 2002. You better believe that I miss my baby, if you want to sell one - please contact me!